Sep 28, 2008

I Swear, I Sometimes Don't Think Academically (But Here I Do)

So I went to the library today and got a lot of reading done. For anyone that is interested, I particularly have to recommend Rabelais’s writings (I read part of Pantagruel), which combine wit, farce, and even (to us) immature humor in such a playful and smart way – they’re pure laughter, holding nothing reverent, but because they doesn’t hold themselves reverent either (except jokingly), they seem fair. Most other works of the time that try for it (like Marlowe’s Faustus) try and fail to achieve the same level of laughter. It’s on the level of Chaucer and Shakespeare’s laughter (when they try for it).

Of course, I may only think it’s so great because it’s a relief to actually read it after reading for weeks about Bakhtin praising it. But that’s just a symptom of literary study; sometimes you read more about something than you actually read it, before you read it. Which, to me, is silly, but I have to keep up with what’s assigned., and it sometimes helps when I finally see it.

Look at that, I worked myself into a ramble and didn’t even get to where I want.

After I had done my reading, I went to read the newspaper, because there’s no kind of break from reading for class like reading something else. And, like my curiosity about reading people’s papers that are still saved on hard drives in the library and getting a feel for how people actually write (and maybe a bit on how they think), I like reading letters to the editor. And there was one with which I had a great amount of agreement.

The argument was for both of the presidential candidates to respectively present what they are going to do without slinging mud and deriding the other to make a point, because the only point that makes is who not to choose, not who to choose. (An important distinction.) I’m right with the author there. But then he also says that they should drop their rhetoric, such as using terms like reform and change, and only present facts. The sentiment is right – we should understand what the change is doing, what the reform’s actions and results will be, rather than relying on these words in a vague and imprecise manner, riding them as we ride slogans like “Liberty! Fraternity! Equality!” (whoops, that should be in French) or “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”But the attack on rhetoric is futile.

I’m not sure what they meant on rhetoric; it’s a fun word that gets bounced around, and as the Wikipedia entry notes, means a whole lot of different things. Aristotle (again, Wikipedia) treated it as practical reasoning rather than ideal logic. Bakhtin (sorry, had to, I’ve been reading it today) builds on it, referring to it as the way language expresses itself practically , a form well suited to addressing the way life is vibrantly lived, and therefore incorporated with all its livelihood in the novel. He probably means it as the sort of words that get bandied about in debate, words that are meant to convince and that need not have any substance at all, a language of debate. Though I get my perspective from the first two definitions and others, the last definition is the one I’ll argue with, saying, “Well, how can we say anything without rhetoric?”

To say anything meaningful, we have to say it in such a way that it has the ring of truth to it. That’s a function of language. We do it all the time, even when we say we’re nearly out of milk. We don’t (at least I hope) just point at the refrigerator and scream “Miiiiilk!” hoping for the point to present itself. We say, quite simply but to the point, “We’re nearly out of milk,” or a hundred other statements with similar bearings. That comes to us effortlessly, if by effortless we forget that we learned the language.

But once that’s out of the way, think about how “fact” and “opinion” were taught in grade school. I remember lists of sentences to compare. Some would say things like, “The Grand Canyon was fun,” and others would say, “The Empire State Building is very tall.” The first one would be an opinion, not because of any tricky use of rhetoric, but because fun is a personal judgment. The second would be a fact, because anyone can clearly observe that. Both use language to make a point, and want the reader to believe them, want to convince you that they’re right. Are they not, then, both rhetoric?

And so this can be applied to any statement of policy. Of course the candidates will want us to believe it. They seek to convince us. However, they do not have our intrinsic trust, so that what they say as fact, we’re going to check. That’s fine. But they’re still going to want to adorn what they say in such a way that we want to trust it. And so their list, even if forced to be in plain language, will still hold a will to make us think it’s true. To do away with all rhetoric will result in mere gestures and a reliance on the other people to figure it out for themselves, which isn’t communication at all. It would be throwing the baby out with the bathwater (or the bacon with the grease, since I’m hungry).

All of this is towards my perfectionist use of rhetoric, which would be to say that it would be better to say that they should leave their rhetoric unspun and uncontentious, plain and unadorned. They should present schematic reasoning (such that we can see the progression of ideas clearly) rather than self-obscuring feats of magical explanation that would make Lord Voldemort glad. Good rhetoric isn’t bad; it’s by practical examples and the good placement of words that truth sings rather than simply plods along. It’s also how lies sing, but in such a case we ought to manage the choir in such a way that they get placed in the back, rather than leaving the church in silence.

Sep 20, 2008

Things I've Read: Love in Excess

It's about 1720. 60 years ago was the beginning of the Restoration, and about 40 years ago was the bloodless revolution. Since then there has been an upswing in theater and the arts which had been stifled by Oliver Cromwell. After some forays into rakishness and debauchery, books (and people) started getting very sentimental. There came the rise of a new virtue. It wasn't a Puritan one, where they kept it all in and only released it into personal diaries (though those diaries did still exist). No, it was poured outward. Men and women were affected by emotions and they celebrated showing them. Love was a passion that could not be restrained, bringing tears, rage, and confusion along that path to felicitous marriage. Oh, the tears.

Love in Excess is one of those early novels. It isn't quite sure of its position as a novel. The dialogue is still rough, the divisions are not neatly put into chapters, and the descriptions are still full of authorial interjections by Eliza Haywood on the nature of love, a voice that talks less melodiously than Jane Austen's would nearly a century later. And that's not to mention the overflowing uses of the comma, the use of a false negative, and the frequent use of "it's" in the possessive which may've been correct then, but isn't so now. But in its own way it amuses.

Alovisa and Ansellina are sisters that have an uncommon freedom, having been given an inheritance without any man over them (father, brother, or guardian) to decide for them how it should be spent. Alovisa lives in comfort in the luxurious Parisian court, when Count D'elmont comes back from the recent war, aglow with conquests. Receiving an anonymous note from Alovisa seeking to pique his desire for her, it unlocks instead an outflowing of love where none existed before. He notices women. And soon his search for love begins, Alovisa hoping it comes her way, others competing for it, and still others (like the Count's brother) hoping that they find their own.

The characters turn out to be tragically wrong about love sometimes, and a marriage can turn out awry. Love can be confused and nearly lead to rape. Other times, love creeps up unbidden where obligations would have the two be, say, guardian and godfather's daughter rather than lovers. And then love is sought where love cannot be in the other, because they are already taken. It's a sorting of the passions, and Haywood, while conventional in some ways, is sensitive to these shifts in a way that men and women of that time had some difficulty doing, and people of this time have even greater difficulty with.

If you study a literary period long enough in class (say, a week) there will be some claim that the issues there carry over into the modern day. Indeed, that juggling of marriage and love still occurs, though the specific terms of dating and propriety have changed radically, as well as the expression of feeling (which is to say that we might cry within or cry alone where D'elmont and his brother embrace and cry together). Though I wouldn't recommend reading the book in a single day, it is interesting enough for at least a peek.

Sep 18, 2008

Creator

I won't write about school now. I'm trying not to think about it right now, not because it's bad, but because I think about it so much.

So I just wanted tos how off my creations in Spore. Though I enjoy it as a game, it's also very fun to just create shapes of creatures, buildings, and vehicles. It's like playing with clay or Legos.



You can scroll left or right, and the multiple iterations of a creature correspond to the multiple evolutions and modifications that go on during the creature phase. But, yes, that's the game I've been playing for a couple of weeks. I make things.

Sep 9, 2008

The Ad Hoc Chef

I've been absent for a while. I was enjoying myself, getting little things to work, spending time with Leslie, going to Dragon*con, or most recently, reading intensively for class and playing Spore.

It's been a month since I've moved in. Most days, I've cooked or prepared meals for myself, the exceptions being when we go out or when Leslie makes something for both of us because it's just as much trouble as cooking for one.

I haven't cooked for myself this much before. At college, I always relied on the dining plans offered to me because I was living in a dorm without handy access to more than a microwave and a microfridge. In some senses, that was good - I always ate a warm meal, I always had plenty to eat, and I never had to put any time into preparing the food. However, it left me apprehensive of cooking for myself, was inefficient cost-wise, and made me reliant on whatever the menu happened to be.

During this summer, and summers previously, I would make lunch for myself, but those were either occasional or, in the case of the pretty good Thai noodle boxes, also cost-inefficient. So without much forethought I had a gas oven, lots of food I picked from the grocery without much insight into how to combine them, and cooking implements I knew how to use in theory. Oh, and a hungry tummy to act as impetus.

I shouldn't have been scared, though. I was imagining all of these possible disasters, when really the worst that could've happened was me messing up a meal. And I'm happy to say I haven't messed one up yet.

When I make instant noodles, that's nearly impossible to not mess up. The same goes with pasta and rice; I learned to boil water in high school, adding an ingredient into the mix wasn't any trouble. The same goes for boiling or simmering formerly frozen vegetables. As for things like mushrooms (one of my favorite foods to prepare, baking or sauteeing them), the packaging instructions carried me most of the way. Turning raw red or white pieces of chicken and pork into fully cooked portions I could be proud of isn't that difficult either, provided I remember to season them and don't scorch the pan.

And so I have meals like last night, where I threw together scrambled eggs (how I did it I'm still not sure... I whisked the eggs, put the eggs in a pan, and then made sure they didn't burn... right?), baked some mushrooms coated in peanut oil in a shallow pan at 450 degrees F for 10 minutes or so, and then put some jam on bread. Or I'll pop a calzone into a microwave. Or I'll boil up some pasta, toss some soy sauce in there, and whip up some corn as a side. It's fun. And my reputation of never more than three ingredients has become a cooking mantra. It really helps focus the selection, helps me not get overwhelmed. Yeah, I'll get around to recipes sometime. But right now, with the reading I still have to finish and the video game I want to get to and so on and so forth... I'll just cook to eat. And since it still happens to taste pretty good, who's to complain?